These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Depths to Heights

The depths of ev'ry heart is filled
with sadness on our own,
until we see, that One once killed
has risen all alone.

"I am not good enough to save.
I'm awful, and despised.
Too much of me has sinned, depraved.
Too much I hate, once prized."

"You cannot be the good at all,
that comes to me to live.
You need just heed my Father's call,
a gift to me He'd give."

The pain of ev'ry human heart
is our own Hell on Earth.
One touch from Jesus truly starts
real Hope through His new birth.

Redemption's Price was paid by One,
Who died, that I might live
to make me His own blessed son
to joy, and ever thrive.

I've known my sadness in Despond's
dark murky, smelly Slough,
but He has rescued oft beyond.
His Smiling Help it's through.

The vict'ry's not one aught my own
for He has rescued me.
He stepped down from His blinding Throne
to mortal weakness free.

He makes me new with strength, not mine.
He keeps me in His Hand.
Now grafted in His lasting vine
He teaches me to stand

upon the heights I could not go,
except He placed me there.
He's making me to ever know
He frees me from each care.

Though still I face the tests of day
and nights without the moon,
I know I'll live with Him for aye,
called "morning, night or noon."

by Jay O’Toole
on April 11th, 2022